Hua Xiaomo went upstairs, her heart still pounding uncontrollably. Through the window, she saw the car outside had left, but her longing didn't pause for even a moment. She couldn't help but look at the butterfly-pin camera in her palm; it had grown hot from her tight grip. That enchantingly beautiful butterfly looked extremely delicate, making it impossible for anyone to detect its sinister nature. Amber's lovely eyes also darkened, her expression unreadable.
「...」
「The Qi Imperial Court the next day.」
Qi Longbing came in carrying a shopping bag, a look of utter satisfaction on his face.
The woman in black at the office desk quickly looked up at him. "President Qi, good morning!"
